Reviewers:
Lolly: Haha, yesh, you are my first reviewer, and I thank thee. (Motions to Legolas) Leggy, kiss her hand.
Legolas: Right now?
YES DAMMIT!! NOW DO IT!!!
Legolas: (sighs and kisses Lolly on the hand and the cheek) Thanks for your review.
Velveteen: LOL! Do you really have parties based on Lego and Aragorn? That's awesome!
Legolas: (kisses Velveteen's hand) Thanks for your review.
Lady Trickster: Oh, the link for the Elvish names generator is:
Legolas: (kisses her hand) Thanks for the review.
Bibi: LOL! Yes, the maid is the competition. (cackles insanely, chokes) ACK! Ahem, and I guess in the story I'm getting used to the whole hand-kissing thing, but if it were in real life I'd attack him and snog him on the spot.
Legolas: (kisses her hand and her cheek) That's just 'cause I like ya. :-P Thanks for the review.
Daisy: Well I'm glad you like it. Of course you can be in JAMS. We need some more members. So, if you're not a Legolas fan, what kind of fan are you? Hrm...
Some random really hot guy: (kisses her hand) Thanks for the review. Can I have your number? (Hehe j/k.)
Aquitaineq: Glad you're enjoying it. Don't worry, there's more Mary-sue coming up pretty soon! (The last one didn't have much of her 'cause of the archery.) I just need for her to have some major role. The problem is, I can't think of one, hehe!
Legolas: (kisses her hand) Thanks for your review.
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(looks up) Whew, I had a bunch of reviews for that chapter. Not that I'm complaining of course. Thanks again to all you guys!
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HOLY FRUIT OF FLORIDA!!!! THE DUDE THAT PLAYS HALDIR IS FUC- uh, FREAKIN' HOT IN REAL LIFE!!!!!!!!! GO THERE!!!! Well, I think he is... (adds Craig Parker to JAMS; labels jar "Haldirus Hottieus Craigus".) Wooo!! I have a yummy collection!!
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Lulu (as I call Lauren) and I walked down the hallway together, attempting to find Larien.
"Where the heck is she!?" I complained as we walked down the stairs. "I mean, honestly, if they're doing anything I'd be wanting to do with Legolas, then I'll kill her."
"You're a freak," Lulu muttered.
"Oh, and you're not? At least I don't have hairy feet," I shot back.
"Well, at least I'm not a nancy prancy elf!" she growled. I stopped and glared at her.
"What did you just say?"
"You're a nancy prancy elf. So pbbbt!!" She blew a raspberry at me then started loping down the hallway. I sprinted after her, overtaking her easily.
"Don't you EVER insult elves again!!!" I yelled in her face. Lauren looked up and gave me a teary expression.
"I sowwy, Sandwich!" she wailed and threw her arms around my knees. I sighed. She used my nickname. How can I not forgive her?
"Whatever. Come on, we have some stalking to do!" She grinned and we started jogging around the lower level of the palace. After searching for another fifteen minutes I gave up. "I don't know where they are, and at this point I don't care," I huffed. We walked into the dining hall for dinner, but when we got there no one was inside.
"Where is everybody!?" Lulu yelped.
"Good question. We'll have to ask."
"If I missed all that good elvish food I'll kill you," she warned as she started running as fast as she could out the door. Oh hell. I went the other way and kept on looking for my Leggy kins.
I walked outside and into the courtyard and BEHOLD! There he was, walking alone beneath the boughs of the trees, his hands clasped behind his back. He was humming a soft elvish tune, which sounded oddly like "May It Be" but waaaay better. I gazed at him. He did have such a hot humming voice. I walked towards him and was about to say, "Greetings, friend Legolas!" but I didn't get the chance. Out of nowhere Larien popped up. Grr!
"Prince Legolas," she called. He stopped humming and turned to her.
"Greetings, Larien," he said with a smile. What!? He smiled at her?! And she smiled back! I must do something about this very, very soon.
"You wished to speak with me, my lord?" she said with a bow. She looked in my general direction, which made me have to dive behind a tree. Damn!
"Yes, I did. It is about Lothuviel." WOOT! my mind shrieked.
"Oh, your visitor. Of course." She sounded unenthusiastic. Why do I care what she thinks?
"Yes. I find it necessary to explain what has happened to her recently." Legolas told her about how I had fallen from the sky (quite literally), and about my "amnesia", etc. He cared! "I wish that you inform me if she mentions anything to you about her old home."
"Of course, my lord. I shall do so." Larien smiled sweetly and took one step closer towards him. "Prince Legolas, you look forlorn. What is the matter?" she asked in a concerned tone. Now she's making moves on my man!?
"I thank you for your worry, Larien, but it is no large matter. I just have quite a few things on my mind right now."
"Would you care to take a walk with me? Perhaps it would clear you mind," she cooed, tossing her hair flirtatiously. The little... turd!
Legolas smiled a bit uneasily. "I thank thee again, Larien, but I must decline. I would like some time to be alone." I smirked. Ooh, shot down, Larien!
She looked offended, but quickly concealed her disappointment. "As you wish, my lord." She bowed again and walked away. Mwahahaha!!
I almost walked up to Legolas, but then thought better of it. He wanted to be alone right then, and I can't have him think that I was stalking him... even though I was. But that's beside the point. Instead I turned around and went back into the palace.
I wandered through the corridors, simply exploring. It was a REALLY cool place, and I wished I could stay there forever. Hopefully I could. Hopefully by the end of eternity I'd have Legolas in my clutches.
Twenty minutes later I was bored. No one was around. As big as this place is, and considering how many elves lived inside it, you'd think that you'd see people all the time. But I hadn't seen anyone. I sighed and wandered back in the general direction of the dining hall.
Fifty million wrong turns later I found it, and there were people there. Thank god. I was starting to feel like a hermit. I mingled through the little groups, searching for either Legolas, Trelan, or Lauren (in that order). I didn't find Lego, but I managed to find my beloved RH.
"Greetings, my dear friend!" I said as I walked towards his little posse. Everyone in the group turned and looked at me, and Trelan beamed.
"Hello, Lothuviel my dear! I have hardly seen you all day," he said. He gave me a slight wink. Hehe, the little fruit. I love him to death. Such a sweetie.
"Indeed, I ask for your forgiveness. Prince Legolas was so kind as to give me archery lessons," I said loudly. The female elves in the group gaped, while the male elves cocked their eyebrows slightly.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. Only I knew the real meaning of this, and I chuckled.
"Truly, I did, friend Trelan. Alas that you could not join us. I would have enjoyed your company." Actually, I was glad he wasn't there. Then I couldn't have snuggled up to him.
"It is well. I spent my day discussing the growing spider problems in the deeper parts of Greenwood," Trelan said. The elves around us murmured their disapproval.
"'Tis a pity that such a lovely place such as this must earn itself such a foul name," one of the male elves said. I looked over at him. He was quite good-looking, although instead of blonde hair, his was a rich chocolate brown color. Hrm, put him as number three on my top 10 hott elf list. (1. Legolas, 2. Trelan, 3. this dude.)
"Lothuviel, this is my good friend Lenwe," Trelan said. The elf kissed my hand gently and smiled at me.
"Welcome to Greenwood, Lady Lothuviel. Rarely do fair maidens from distant lands travel here," he said in a soft voice. I mentally rolled my eyes. Jeeze.
"I thank thee for thy compliments, Lenwe," I replied through slightly clenched teeth. Trelan cleared his throat uncomfortably and said, "Well, it appears that dinner is nearly ready. Shall we go sit down?" The other elves nodded, and Trelan took my hand and led me towards one of the many round tables.
Just as we were sitting down the doors to the hall slammed open, and little Mary-sue the Idiot came running towards me. "Yo, Lothuviel!! Wait up!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Everyone in the hall looked at her, then at me. I groaned and sank low into my chair.
Lauren walked the last ten feet to our table, completely out of breath. "You were about to eat without me, weren't ya?" she asked, clearly pissed-off.
"No, dear friend, I would never do that," I said sarcastically. I looked at the elves around my table. "Oh, how rude of me. Everyone, this is my dearest friend Mary-sue the hobbit," I said, gesturing to the chair next to me, which Lauren was attempting to scramble into. I rolled my eyes and lifted her into it by her collar.
"Hiya everyone!" she said, waving. The elves chuckled and replied with "Hello" or "Greetings, young hobbit lass."
"So tell me, fair Lothuviel, where have you traveled from?" Lenwe asked. Okay, now he qualifies as a stalker. Take him off my hot elves list. I sighed and told how I had been in my old home and had fallen asleep, when suddenly I was falling through the sky towards the ground near Rivendell. "And alas, I cannot remember where I am from, nor who is in my family," I said sadly. The elves all made sympathetic noises.
"Then how is it that you can remember your friend Mary-sue?" Lenwe asked. Oh shit, I hadn't thought of that.
"Oh, well, I have known her since she was but a tot, and it is impossible for me to forget the strong friendship we have," I said sweetly. Lauren beamed. Dream on, hobbit girl.
Everyone else chitchatted for a while as Lauren and I just sat there in silence, pretending to not exist. We've become experts at that. Then we had dessert (something very similar to tiramisu, which is my most favorite dessert ever), and then it was time for music, story telling, and dancing. A few elves came in with instruments such as flutes and lyres and began playing the sweetest, saddest tune I had ever heard. But then the rhythm changed, and it was a faster song, and very cheerful.
"Lothuviel, would you care to dance?" Trelan asked. I grinned and nodded, and we went onto the floor and danced a bit.
"Trelan, I have not seen Lord Thranduil since I have arrived here. Does he prefer privacy?" I asked.
"Nay, he is just very busy." Probably counting his gold, the greedy idjit, I thought bitterly. Let's just say Thranduil isn't exactly my favorite LOTR character. "There is much evil forming in the deeper parts of Greenwood. Alas, now people are beginning to call it Mirkwood. It breaks my heart to hear so." I was just about to ask why Legolas had not shown up at dinner when I saw a hand tap on Trelan's shoulder. We stopped and I saw Lenwe standing behind him. God, why won't he just go away, the big turd!
"Might I interfere and dance with you, my lady?" he asked, bowing to me. I rolled my eyes disgustedly and wrinkled my nose. Trelan saw this and shrugged with an evil grin. "Of course, my friend." I was going to have to hurt him very, very badly. I reluctantly let go of his hand and put it into Lenwe's, trying not to show my disgust.
He and I danced for a while (the song seemed to last forever). Most of the time he was talking about himself while I pretended to care. He was boasting about how he once killed two giant spiders with one shot or something like that. Then he said, "Lothuviel, I find myself quite overcome with your beauty and your gentle disposition. Would you be so kind as to grant my wish, and take a walk with me after the merry making?" Merry making!? What the hell!? Who calls dancing "merry making"??
"Uhh... well, the thing is... I would absolutely love to." He beamed. "But alas, I cannot. I am weary from my lessons as well as the journey I have made, and I shall probably go to my chambers soon afterwards. Perhaps some other time?" Yeah, like in my next life?
Thank god the song ended just then. He smiled. "I shall look forward to it." He kissed my hand again (does anyone have a moist towelette?!) and held it all the way back to our table.
"Well, my friends, I believe that I shall now go to my chambers for some rest. I bid thee good night."
"Snoggy dreams, Lothuviel," Lauren said. (A/N: My friends and I say this instead of "good night". Yes, we're odd.) I winked at her with a smile and walked out of the hall, thanking the cheese gods that I was away from Stalker Lenwe.
I rounded a corner and immediately ran into something big. "Ow!" I cried and fell on my butt. "Urgh..."
"Pardon me," said a voice. I saw a hand extend down toward me. I took it and felt myself being pulled up.
"Forgive me, sir. I did not know you were there," I apologized.
"It is well. What is your name, maiden?" the elf asked. He was tall and fairly handsome, blonde-haired like most of the elves here. Though he didn't look old like Elrond, he was certainly more aged than Legolas and Trelan.
"My name is Lothuviel Whiteflower, sir," I said with a bow. "Might I inquire as to yours?"
The guy seemed a bit taken aback. "I am King Thranduil, Lord of Greenwood." My jaw dropped. Oh, shit!!!
"M-my lord!" I stuttered. "Please forgive me! I did no know it was you!"
"You are forgiven. Are you not the maid who is visiting my son, Legolas?" Thrandude (as I like to call him) asked.
"Indeed I am, Lord Thranduil, and I thank thee for thy kind hospitality," I said with a bow.
"You are welcome. Now, if you will excuse me." He kind of shoved past me and walked down towards the dining hall. What an arrogant bastard, I thought.
I eventually found my way back to my room. I flopped onto the bed without even changing, asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
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Kudos for Laura, because she updated, and it is currently 12:05 at night! I lost sleep because of you people! :-p You'd all better review, or face the wrath of Thrandude!
Much lurve, Will (promptly dies), Legolas (dead faint), and Orlando (swoon),
!~*Laura*~!